While I admire your courage, your bravery caries the actions of a selfish woman.
If it were by my hands, I would take the needle and stitch you up myself.
Applying the light of love to guide such movements.
No more poking, no more scabs, no more bandages.
No more temptations to pick at your wounds.
Some might say I have a hero complex – that the actions of bravery present me as a selfish man to those I support.